Morning journal and courier., 1887-03-08
N6WS Uy I0l0Stdpil FROM ALL QUARTERS. .BEECHER STILL ALIVE But His Life Is Slowly
 . EDbing' SCENES IN THE SICK ROOM. The Sufferer Lying Wholly
 Unconscious. DRUMMERS CANNOT BE TAXED. Laws Not Made For The
 Chinese.
DRUMMERs CANNOT BE TAXED.
[R. BEECHER SLOWLY SINKING.

hs B EECHE SAo W S1N The End Not Far OG. The Thread of
 Life Kept Together By the Great
 Mans Wonderful Vitality. His Face
 and Body Distorted By the Terrible
 Pain He Has Endured. The Latest
 News From the Chamber of Sickness.
 BROOKLYN, March 7.-Rev.. Henry Ward Beecher's condition has not appreciably changed during the day and evening. His life is slowly ebbing out, while his sorrowing family stand at his bedside unable to check the flow. He is not conscious of their grief, for he has been in a state of coma all day Friends have pass ed in and out of the silent house over which hangs the shadow of death, but the once great man knows noth- ing of the deep symp athy that is everywhere felt for him in his last hours on earth. He lies propped up in bed while his wife and children fit in and out of the room, never leaving him more than a minute at time. As they look at the sad ravages made by his short illness in his face tears blind their eyes and for the time being they cannot see the we'll beloved features. Nobody who knew MT. Beecher before the apoplectic fit seized him would recognize him now, so great
 
 He has suffered ter rible pain which has left it's marks upon his face and distorted his whole ody. This to the family is a great afiict ion for the dying man has always ex- pressed the wish that he might die suddenly die and be buried with the same general ap- pearance as in life. On the street in front of the house crowds gathered to day and anx- ioua1v watched rkaiD in MT Beechers chamber as if they could tell them what was passing within. They scanned the bulletins eagerly and closely questioned the poll cenen on duty. They gathered on the sidewalk across the street and on the four corners talking of the man they all loved so we'll. Ladies predominated in the crowd and many of them stood for hours on the other side of Hicks street, not mindful of the damp pavement. Thousands of other ladies passed the house in carriages and on foot and all either stopped to read the bulletins or ask. few questions. Tears were in the eyes of many of them and they all gave sigh of relief when they heard that the end was not yet. Chief Usher Whitney, who has been connected with Plymouth church for nearly thirty years, went in and remained a long time. Dr. Jacobs, chairman of the Jewish ministers association, came down the steps shortly afterward having spent about an hour in the house. the family" he said. 'I would like to have seen Mr. Beecher, but that was impossible. The family tells me that it is not the MT. Beecher of old who is there. He is dead and all, that is left is a breathing piece of machinery" Among the other callers were Congressman s. V. White, ex-Mayor Low, E. H. Van Ingen and Rev. Dr oft ham Mir RaAphar
 Colonel William%C. Beecher came out at II o'clock and dropped a number of letters in the box on the corner. To the reporters he said: My father is slowly dying. There is no hope of his recovery and we a sG5ng 9 mSs bea5 it reapaS pEaHsS her self-control since she learned that the end was inevitable. She is now trying to cheer us and help us to bear our grief. My brother Herbert telegraphed from Fort Seat tie, w. T., this morning and asked us about father. He wanted to know if he ought to start for home. I telegraphed him not to come as he could not get here in time. He would not be of any use if ne did come and l would rather have him remember father he was than to see him nov. He is terribly changed" :" and Colonel Beecher walked slow ly off, brushing away tear.
 The wonderful vitality of the sick man is a cause of comment to all. How he live so long through what would have killed most men is puzzling. His life hangs by a slender thread and yet it will not snap. At II o'clock MT. Augustus Storrs passed into the house and when he came out he said: "There is only one chance in million for him to live and cannot understand how he has sur vived so long Mrs. Beecher told me that she thought her husband recognized her this morning by squeezing her hand. She was not certain, however and he did not open his eyes, or move his head or body" As he finished talking Mrs. $. V. White, accom- panied by Miss Daisy Beecher, daughter of H. B. Beecher, drove up in a carriage and entered the house. Rev. Dr. Fulton paused in front of the house long enough to read the bulletin and then Beecher's son-1n- law, came out and said that he did not think MT. Beecher would live through the day and night. The Rev. J. K. Funk, Miss May Talmage and Mrs. Tasker Howard called and remained in the house several hours. The Rev. s. B. Halliday also called and told the reporters that he would hold services in Plymouth church room this evening. At about 1915 peculiar looking individual with long black hair, wearing a black slouch hat and black clothes, shambled slowly, with gait peculiarly his own, up the steps of the house and asked to see Colo nel Beecher. He looked more like decayed clergyman than anything else. He informed the policeman at the door that he was Ger man mind reader and came to offer his ser vices to the family The policeman con- suited Colonel Beecher and was instructed to admit the man. He was accordingly admitted and had a twenty minutes conver- sation with Colonel Beecher and pr. Searle. When Dr. Searle left the house at 10 o'clock he said: "The man said that he had come for the purpose of curing Mir. Beecher and appeared confident that he could do so. He said that he understood that Mir. Beecher had been given up by the doctors,x but that he wanted to see him and then he could tell whether he could effect a cure. We told him that we had offers of services from
 prominent physicians all over the country but that it had been decided that MT. Beech CTS was in the hands of perfectly com potent physicians. I did not learn the man s name, but he was undoubtedly crank"
 At 1:15 General Horatio c. King and Moses s. Beach, of Peekskill, called and in quired after MT. Beecher At 1:45 Dr. Searle said to tho Eagle reporter that there was no change in the condition of MT.
 Beecher and his pulse was no. The writing desk that MT. Beecher bought when last in New York with Mrs. Beecher was moved out of the house to-day, placed on truck and taken back from whence it came At a little before o'clock the Rev. MT. Halliday en- tered the house where he remained but few minutes. When he cams out his eyes were streaming with tears and he said that MT. Beecher was growing. perceptibly weaker: An air of perfect stiffness, broken only by the sound of muffled footsteps and the low murmur of subdued voices, prevailed within the house. Mrs. Colonel Beecher sat alone in the parlor and received the friends of the family who came in constant stream during the morning to inquire about MT.
 Beecher's condition and to proffer their sym pathy and aid. There was nobody else in the room when the United Press reporter called and few minutes of uninterrupted con- versatien was obtained. Mrs. Beeehers face shows somewhat the strain to which her emotions have been subjected during the last few days from the affecting interviews she has had with old friends of MT. Beecher and members of his congregation. "I really do not know, " she began, ''thst there is any thing new to state in regard to MT. Beecher's condition. There is no doubt that he is sinking gradually, but he may live through the day. The expression of his face has changed to 8 great: degree. His features are thin and wasted. ;. l. cannot | understand how it is that he can finger along as he does. I have always supposed |